I was rehearsing this big play, the main role, in an important theatre with a director that I did not like very much. In short, I was a bit miserable. In the cast, there was also this old actor, whom I thought was not bad: he was kind of slower now and again but… Read more...

    When I was about ten or eleven, I used to go to church on Sundays and other religious holidays. I had seen some American religious cartoons on TV and that got me hooked. The parish priest grew to trust me so much that he gave me the keys to the church, to open… Read more...

    I remember Madame Mary. Living in the minuscule ticket office cabin at the entrance of the theatre. Wearing a green turban and heavy make-up, like that of actors on stage. She always wore bold colours on her eyelids: deep green, deep blue and shades of fiery orange even, complemented by the black, ample… Read more...

Arise To kiss you With broken tongue.   Read more...

True story! The first years of terror under Communist rule in Romania: a great barrister and Professor of Law is arrested for being ‘an enemy of the people’. The judge is one of the Professor’s ex-students, quickly risen in the ranks. In Court, the judge asks: What have you got to declare? The Professor: I… Read more...

Ciorascu and I-can’t-remember-her-first-name was my colleague in the first year of school. She was Gypsy. Quite tall for her age, a bit overweight, with curly dark hair and strikingly round, dark-brown pupils. Our teacher – a man – regularly took us outside to do physical warm-up. In the derelict courtyard turned a sports arena, at… Read more...

  The roses are so beautiful today and what a beautiful swing in shares Rubber-feet Father hopes to set foot on another planet   and above all, he’s buying. Air-bodied women passing carried by the hot currents of the motorway – Father with rubber organs whistles at them and above all he’s buying, he’s buying… Read more...

Floricică was my friend in nursery and in the first year of school. He failed that first year and so we lost contact forever. Floricică was a lisping and blabbing Gypsy that my Grandma looked upon suspiciously: ‘Out of all the children in your class, you had to pick THIS one to play with!’ Floricică… Read more...

! Oh, no, flesh won’t forget its peculiar pattern: humid eternal vertices push towards me, as a bird over an army, I see their toss and turn and I startle.   Oh, no, flesh won’t forget its peculiar pattern!   ! No wisdom king is touching it only brutal hands, like cleavers. I live at… Read more...

I dreamt Liana, my desk colleague in primary school. We used to have two-seater desks back then. She had the same dark brown hair tied in two neat pigtails. She was six years old and she was talking like an adult.   I met Liana by her grandma’s flat, on the town’s main road. There… Read more...